Black Cock Slut Wife We had been driving for ten minutes away from the town where I'd left my
car and old man Johnson's ten inch cock behind. James and Ryan were
nice likable guys, funny, attractive, and charming. After driving for
awhile, Ryan reached over and put his hand on my knee. I reached down
and removed it and politely reminded him that I was engaged and on my
way to meet my fiance.
"Sorry," he apologized "I just couldn't resist it. I've never sat
next to such a beautiful woman."
James looked in the rear view mirror and I saw a glance pass between
the two black men. The thought that they could easily strand me in the
desert had made me both worried and turned on. I reminded myself that I
was not going to cheat on Phil, though the itch deep within my vagina
still craved sex. James reached under the dash and pulled out a joint.
James lit the joint and took a deep breath. He then passed it back to
Ryan. Ryan inhaled, held it in for a few seconds, then blew it in my
face.
"Woops, sorry about that," he said.
Ryan passed me the joint, but I waved him away and said I didn't do
drugs. The cadillac was rapidly filling with smoke. They passed the
joint back and forth until it was gone. Each time they both seemed to
blow the smoke towards me. I tried to roll the window down to get some
fresh air but it was an automatic and wouldn't budge. I asked James to
do it from up front but he Black Cock Slut Wife at that.
Two years had passed now since the war, and the owner theyÕd paid rent to had changed several times. They were soon to understand that a Northerner now owned their apartment building and would be collecting their rent weekly rather than monthly. The young coupleÕs poor payment history had put them in this humiliating situation.
They awaited their new landlordÕs arrival one evening, hoping he would be kind, generous, and mercifulÑperhaps recognizing them as once having been the cream of antebellum, southern society.
ÒDarling, please donÕt drink before Mr. Beaux arrives tonight. We need desperately to impress upon him that we are responsible tenants,Ó Leasa Edwards implored her husband, who had turned heavily to the bottle over the past 2 years.
ÒI know Leasa, my love...but itÕs been hard for me to stop. My sorrow for our lost Cause, and its honor, troubles my heart so,Ó the ex-Captain, Jon Beauragard replied, slightly slurring his speech, sitting slouched in a corner chair.
ÒDarling, we must get over the war and the changes itÕs wrought on our lives. We have to find a new life and a new way...Ó Leasa pleaded with him, as she had done so many times before.
A loud knock on the door interrupted the young wedded coupleÕs well-worn conversation.
When Leasa opened the door she found a large, rotund black man before her. He appeared at least 60, dressed in a top hat, vest, suit jacket and tight riding pants. He was dressed as fine as the wealthiest of southern society. But his attire appeared so out of place on this large, over-weight Black.
Then the shock of recognition grew over LeasaÕs elegant features. Before her stood the man who was once her fatherÕs lead slaveÑSambo!
ÒSambo! My god, Sambo! What in heavenÕs name are you doing here? And dressed in such a way?Ó
The black manÕs face remained grim. Gone was the old, slaphappy, partially toothless smile of LeasaÕs favorite ÔdarkyÕ. Before her stood a powerful, embittered African businessman. He was a businessman that expected to be paidÑand repaidÑall that he was owed. No excuses!
Sambo was the BeauragardsÕ new landlord.
ÒLeasa, my name is now Samuel Beaux. And you will address me as ÒMaster BeauxÓ whenever you are in my presence. Is that understood?Ó
Leasa stepped back in shock at her one-time slaveÕs affront.
Her husband, witnessing all this in shock, leapt to his feet furiously:
ÒWhy you damned nigger! IÕll teach you manners if I have to beat them into you!!!Ó
But the large black man simply back handed the drunken, white Confederate officer and sent him sprawling back onto the floor, his lip bloodied.
ÒI wouldnÕt try that again, boy. Unless youÕre prepared to take the beatinÕ of your life in front of your wife,Ó Sambo admonished the shaken, Confederate soldier.
Slowly, with his wifeÕs help, the Captain struggled to his feet. He rushed the ex-slave again, only to receive a powerful punch deep into his solar plexus, dropping him to his knees in front of the immense black man.
Leasa watched in terror as her husband knelt in front of black Sambo, clutching himself and trying to regain his breath. She couldnÕt conceive this ÔdarkyÕ, who once served as her familyÕs clown, subduing and humiliating her husbandÑher countryÕs heroÑwith such confidence, such ease, and such mastery.
Sambo reached down, grabbed the Captain by his longÑnow mangyÑhair, and slapped his face, first with the front, then the back of his hand. He then delivered another blow to the kneeling CaptainÕs ribs. This last blow sent Captain Beauragard flopping over into a fetal position...moaning and whimpering.
Leasa watched in horror at the spectacle of the husband she once revered being reduced to a thoroughly beaten, whimpering shell of a man.
ÒIf you want more, youÕll get it,Ó Sambo sternly warned, gazing down Brutal Interracial Gangbang Porn Pics put the skirt on, and tied my white blouse through the top
baring my belly. I picked up James' skirt and headress to use as pom
poms, completeing my cheerleader look. I hit play on the boom box and
they turned around, thier mouths falling open with amusement when they
saw my outfit. I noticed they hadn't bothered getting dressed and were
still buck naked, their large penis' dangling before them.
I started to dance, first I did some high school cheerleading routines,
and then I started to get into the beat. I threw the pom pom's away and
I started slowly ubuttoning my blouse. I threw that over James's head
which he quickly snatched away. Thier mouths were open as they stared at
my big tits contained by my small bikini top. I turned away and bent
down, lifting my skirt to show off my g-stringed ass. Ithen spun around
and untied my top, covering my breasts with my arms.
"Show your tits, show your tits," they started chanting.
I slowly uncovered my breasts revealing them to two strang black guys I
had known less then two hours.
Their large cocks were rising slowly to half-mast.
I bent over and slid my bikini bottoms off under my skirt. When I had
started dancing I had planned on stripping down to my bikini only. Now I
figured I would keep the skirt on and then quit. I flipped up the skirt,
giving them a quick beaver shot, and then I raised my nipples up to my
mouth and slowly licked around first the Black Cock Challenge
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Hugh Black Cock tears in his eyes, shaking in fear of his black oppressor. His young wife looked away, disgusted and ashamed of the humiliating spectacle her husband had become in just minutes before the power, strength, and confidence of her ex-slave, Sambo.
ÒGet Ôem down!Ó Sambo shouted.
Startled and frightened, the submissive Captain now quickly pulled his pants down to his ankles. He stood before the black man naked from the waste down. The CaptainÕs tiny penis and testicles looked ridiculous on his six-foot frame.
Suddenly Sambo started laughing uproariously at the ludicrous, under-endowed sight before him.
ÒGood god, Mrs. Beauragard...you must be one horny woman if this is all you ever had in your bed!!!Ó Then Sambo continued laughing, slapping his knee and shaking with delight.
Leasa tried to look away, however she couldnÕt help but notice just how little her husbandÕs genitals were. Her gaze was then drawn to the sorely stretched pouch that struggled to contain the huge phallus between the black manÕs spread legs. Her gaze was lost on neither Sambo nor the humiliated Captain Beauragard.
Sambo fumbled in his coat pocket and drew out his old harmonica.
ÒOK Captain, IÕll play. You dance!Ó
Sambo began playing the kind of merry tunes he used to play when he was the one commanded to dance, in the old days on the grounds of Tara.
Captain Beauragard just stood there in shock, his pants wrapped around his ankles.
Sambo stopped abruptly, ÒDidnÕt you hear me, boy? I said, ÔdanceÕ!Ó
ÒBut...I...I canÕt dance,Ó the Captain pleaded.
ÒSure you can, Captain. Just remember how I used to do it. Lift your feet up in a little kind of a jig...go ahead! Leasa and I want to watch yaÕ and have a laugh. DonÕt we, Leasa?Ó
Leasa Edwards hung her head in shame, remembering how she would laugh at the fat, black manÕs dancing years ago. She would never have imagined, in those heady times, the tables being reversed in such a horrible way...as they were now, in the awful spectacle taking place before her.
Sambo began playing again and tapping his foot. The Captain stood trembling before him.
Sambo finally stopped. He gave the trembling white man in front of him an angry scowl.
ÒI wonÕt ask again. DO YOU UNDERSTAND, BOY?Ó
The Captain nodded.
Sambo began the song again, tapping his foot in time.
The Confederate officerÑslowly at first, then fasterÑbegan to lift his feet in a silly jig. He struggled with the pantaloons that were tangled around his ankles. But in time, his efforts paid off, and he was jumping and bobbing around in a ridiculous, little dance.
Along with the hopping and bobbing, the Captains infantile genitals flapped and swung about in ludicrous fashion. Sambo suddenly had to stop his playing to laugh aloud, uncontrollably.
Leasa Edwards turned her head away from the nightmare she was witnessing, and began sobbing. She could never again feel anything but pity for the pathetic, dancing white man before her. As she sobbed, Leasa wondered what she could have ever seen in this man.
The Captain finally fell backwards to the floor with a loud thud, his feet hoplessly tangled in his pants. He just lay there crying with shame at his own humiliation and cowardice.
ÒLeasa, come here,Ó Sambo commanded, turning to the sobbing woman who once represented the height of southern society.
Leasa dabbed her eyes, rose from her chair, and approached the black man, as instructed.
ÒKneel here in front of me, girl,Ó Sambo ordered her.
Slowly, Leasa turned to look for any kind of protection or aid from her husband. She looked down to find him still lying on the floor, his pants tangled around his feet, just watching on, his face streaked with tears.
Leasa knew no protection would come from the thoroughly beaten and humiliated wreck of a man that lay there.
The gorgeous blonde turned back to Cuckold Hubby Black Dicks In Black Chicks was sliding his hand up and down my leg at this point. I felt so
alive at that moment. Every nerve in my leg was reacting to his touch.
It felt so good.
"Your lying," I told him.
"No, I'm serious," said James. "We'll rake in a couple hundred bucks a
night doing stage shows and more then that doing private dances. Theres
a lot of money in the business. Girl, with a body like yours, you could
make a fortune as a stripper."
The thought of dancng in front of a bunch of strangers, excited me
incredibly. My nipples got erect and I could feel wetness running out
from my vagina. The itch got worse. Was it true what they said about
black men, I wondered?
"I'd like to see you guys perform sometime," I told them.
"Well why not now," James said, and he pulled over.
The sun was setting and the desert was cooling off fast. I asked Ryan
and James what they were doing, and they told me they would give me a
taste of their act. They told me to face away fom the car as they
changed into their things in the trunk, and they'd tell me when to look.
"Ready," they yelled, after a few minutes.
I turned around and couldn't believe my eyes.
James was dressed like an African witch doctor. He had a big clip on
bone in his nose, a feathered headress, straw skirt, and a claw necklace
rested on his muscular chest. Ryan was dressed as some kind of Masai or
Zulu warrior. He was wearing only a leopard-skin loin cloth, 
Forced To Suck Black Cock Black Soon she slipped the shoulder straps off and it fell to the floor. Leasa then began undoing her corset. It opened baring a pair of beautiful, full breasts. Her nipples stuck out, pointing toward the smiling, old, black man. Sambo could see how excited his ex-masterÕs daughter really was for him and his huge, black dick.
Leasa then removed her bloomers. As she pulled them down her long legs, both Sambo and the Captain could clearly see the wet splotch in the crotch. Both men were now obviously aware of how aroused the young white woman was for the sex of the old, fat, black slave whom she had just sucked off.
Leasa stood naked for the smiling, victorious, black conqueror sitting naked in front of her.
ÒGo lie down and spread yoÕ self foÕ Sambo, child,Ó the partially toothless black man calmly instructed the blonde.
Leasa walked over to the bed slowly...as she passed her husband she swayed her hips in an exaggerated fashion, as if beckoning the old, black man to come fuck her.
Leasa climbed onto the bed and lay herself down on the Confederate flag. Then the SouthÕs finest spread her thighs in wait of her ebony lover. Sambo knew that the Captain could see from his vantage point exactly what Sambo sawÑthe glistening wet and swollen pussy lips of the highly aroused Mrs. Leasa Beauragard.
Sambo unbuttoned his shirt and cuffs, taking his time to both show his command over the young couple, and to further torture the young Captain Beauragard with what was to come.
When he was completely naked, Sambo strode to the bedside and looked down on the spread, white beauty before him. Leasa looked up to see the hideous, toothless smirk of her black lover. His body was covered with rolls and layers of fat that masked the muscle underneath. His flesh was scarred deeply from her fatherÕs whip. But most important, standing straight up before him, stretching up well past even his navel, was the thick black weapon that would soon impale and impregnate Mrs. Leasa Edwards Beauragard.
Leasa lifted her head to stare at it, hypnotized by its size, power, and hideous beauty. It seemed to stare back at her, drooling its potent seed from the unsheathed head.
LeasaÕs thighs spread wider and began to lift from the bed, inviting the penetration of the African organ.
Sambo climbed onto the bed and began mounting the blonde goddess of the Confederate South. Captain Beauragard flopped down in a chair beside the bed and gazed in awe as the black giant began to rub the bulbous cock-head along the already lubricated channel of LeasaÕs sex.
The fat, old black and the pale, young beauty began to work their loins together in order to achieve the penetration they both so much desired. After wrestling together for what seemed a long couple of minutes, Leasa grunted as the bloated cock-head popped into her, stretching the lips of her vagina to abnormally wide proportions.
Sambo began to pump his weapon into her, at first slowly, then with ever increasing power. Leasa responded to each of SamboÕs thrusts with a loud grunt. The black beastÕs piercing thrusts were bringing the blonde pain; but it was a pain she invited, a pain she yearned forÑa pain her pure, white body needed.
Leasa was soon thrusting her hips back up into SamboÕs. The blondeÕs body was now encouraging the enormous Black to pound himself into her with even more power, even more fury. And the Black responded. The room reverberated with the sound of the loud slapping loins of the two lovers as their sex making drew on and grew louder.
The bed was creaking and slamming against the wall as if it might give out under the weight of the coupleÕs wild and abandoned fucking.
Captain Beauragard sat slumped in his chair. He ducked his head to peer down where the black man was mating his wife. He watched, dry mouthed and erect, as the pistoning, black dick slid in Jasmine Tame Blacks On Blondes I gave both guys blow-jobs in the back seat,
while the other drove. Ryan and James asked if I go with them to Vegas.
They said people would pay a lot of money to see two black guys fuck a
white girl like me. I strongly considered it.
I saw Phil's black Trans-am at the motel when they dropped me off. I
leaned over and french kissed both black men and I thanked them for the
wonderful ride(s) they had given me. They told me to look them up if I
ever made it to Vegas and sped off. The manager had seen the black men
and asked me if I was alright. I told him I was fine. I knocked on
Phil's motel room door but, there was no answer. I told the manager I
was with the driver of the black Trans-am and asked if he'd let me in.
He gave me a funny look, but he the shrugged and unlocked the door with
his master key. Phil wasn't in the room, and I figured he must have been
drinking at the lounge. I stripped off all my clothes and collapsed on
the bed. I should have cleaned myself up first as I stank from all the
sweat and my legs were caked with Ryan and James' semen, but the
combination pot and the long day put me right to sleep.
I awoke some time later to the light being turned on. Keeping my head
turned into the pillow, away from the light, I told Phil to turn it back
off. I heard him rummage through his suit case, and Phil slowly pulled
back the covers and climbed into bed with me.
Coming soon part 3: Circe 
Multiracial Relationships at that.
Two years had passed now since the war, and the owner theyÕd paid rent to had changed several times. They were soon to understand that a Northerner now owned their apartment building and would be collecting their rent weekly rather than monthly. The young coupleÕs poor payment history had put them in this humiliating situation.
They awaited their new landlordÕs arrival one evening, hoping he would be kind, generous, and mercifulÑperhaps recognizing them as once having been the cream of antebellum, southern society.
ÒDarling, please donÕt drink before Mr. Beaux arrives tonight. We need desperately to impress upon him that we are responsible tenants,Ó Leasa Edwards implored her husband, who had turned heavily to the bottle over the past 2 years.
ÒI know Leasa, my love...but itÕs been hard for me to stop. My sorrow for our lost Cause, and its honor, troubles my heart so,Ó the ex-Captain, Jon Beauragard replied, slightly slurring his speech, sitting slouched in a corner chair.
ÒDarling, we must get over the war and the changes itÕs wrought on our lives. We have to find a new life and a new way...Ó Leasa pleaded with him, as she had done so many times before.
A loud knock on the door interrupted the young wedded coupleÕs well-worn conversation.
When Leasa opened the door she found a large, rotund black man before her. He appeared at least 60, dressed in a top hat, vest, suit jacket and tight riding pants. He was dressed as fine as the wealthiest of southern society. But his attire appeared so out of place on this large, over-weight Black.
Then the shock of recognition grew over LeasaÕs elegant features. Before her stood the man who was once her fatherÕs lead slaveÑSambo!
ÒSambo! My god, Sambo! What in heavenÕs name are you doing here? And dressed in such a way?Ó
The black manÕs face remained grim. Gone was the old, slaphappy, partially toothless smile of LeasaÕs favorite ÔdarkyÕ. Before her stood a powerful, embittered African businessman. He was a businessman that expected to be paidÑand repaidÑall that he was owed. No excuses!
Sambo was the BeauragardsÕ new landlord.
ÒLeasa, my name is now Samuel Beaux. And you will address me as ÒMaster BeauxÓ whenever you are in my presence. Is that understood?Ó
Leasa stepped back in shock at her one-time slaveÕs affront.
Her husband, witnessing all this in shock, leapt to his feet furiously:
ÒWhy you damned nigger! IÕll teach you manners if I have to beat them into you!!!Ó
But the large black man simply back handed the drunken, white Confederate officer and sent him sprawling back onto the floor, his lip bloodied.
ÒI wouldnÕt try that again, boy. Unless youÕre prepared to take the beatinÕ of your life in front of your wife,Ó Sambo admonished the shaken, Confederate soldier.
Slowly, with his wifeÕs help, the Captain struggled to his feet. He rushed the ex-slave again, only to receive a powerful punch deep into his solar plexus, dropping him to his knees in front of the immense black man.
Leasa watched in terror as her husband knelt in front of black Sambo, clutching himself and trying to regain his breath. She couldnÕt conceive this ÔdarkyÕ, who once served as her familyÕs clown, subduing and humiliating her husbandÑher countryÕs heroÑwith such confidence, such ease, and such mastery.
Sambo reached down, grabbed the Captain by his longÑnow mangyÑhair, and slapped his face, first with the front, then the back of his hand. He then delivered another blow to the kneeling CaptainÕs ribs. This last blow sent Captain Beauragard flopping over into a fetal position...moaning and whimpering.
Leasa watched in horror at the spectacle of the husband she once revered being reduced to a thoroughly beaten, whimpering shell of a man.
ÒIf you want more, youÕll get it,Ó Sambo sternly warned, gazing down Black Cock Slut Wife the left then the right. Then the
music stopped.
Their cocks were fully erect now sticking out before them. James' was
about nine inches and Ryans was about eight, but incredibly thick.
They were both beautiful compared to Johnsons' warty cock. The itch was
screaming for me to put something in my pussy, but I ignored it and
jumped down.
"I'm glad to see you boys enjoyed my show," I said, "but, we should be
going."
As I bent over to pick up my bikini top, I felt James grab my ass and he
quickly stuck his finger deep inside my vagina. God, it felt so good.
"James, please stop," I moaned. "I can't do this, I'm engaged."
He removed his finger as I turned around to face him. Suddenly, Ryan
grabbed me from behind. He quickly used the witch-doctor necklace to tie
my hands to the center of the spear. Ryan raised the spear up over his
head, so that my hands were held high over my head, forcing me to arch
my back and thrust out my breasts. James ran is hands over my body,
lingering on my breasts. He leaned over and teased my nipples with his
teeth. I was tingling all over. Never had I been so turned on in my
life. James kneeled down and removed my skirt, leaving me completely
naked. His long tongue licked out and tasted my wetness. I sighed and
shivered in the cold night air. He spread my legs apart, and began
probing me with his tongue.
"Oh, oh, yes," I moaned. "my b-oyfriend n-ever does t-his.
"White boys,